i don't want to get lost in the ocean
What's up INTERNETZ? I know, I'm never around here anymore. I sucky suck.
stumphed is here, which is AWESOME. It sort of sucks because I am of the stressed right now but we are having some bitchin' fun despite my stress levels. I showed her what a cattle ranches, combines, and trees are. It's awesome.
In cool news we have carved TRANSFORMERS PUMPKINS and eaten the seeds (I am so a chef), gained a few new levels of measurement (read: "I am ____ lattes tall, whereas Joey is ____ americanos tall.") and gained new neighors. Yes, Boo Radley moved out the DAY Joey flew in, so she missed him by a few hours. Poor Boo. I miss him. He moved to Florida, which is where America goes to die but I'm sure he'll be fine.
Here, have a cool new song, featuring MATT SKIBA. It's from Say Anything's new album In Defense of the Genre which is two discs of happiness. Download the happiness here. Mmmm.
We are soon off to my damn poetry class. *sigh* On that note, have a wonderful poem by Russian Man of Awesome Joseph Brodsky:
A Polar Explorer
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space
left in the diary, And the beads of quick
words scatter over his spouse's sepia-shaded face
adding the date in question like a mole to her lovely cheek.
Next, the snapshot of his sister. He doesn't spare his kin:
what's been reached is the highest possible latitude!
And, like the silk stocking of a burlesque half-nude
queen, it climbs up his thigh: gangrene.
stumphed is here, which is AWESOME. It sort of sucks because I am of the stressed right now but we are having some bitchin' fun despite my stress levels. I showed her what a cattle ranches, combines, and trees are. It's awesome.
In cool news we have carved TRANSFORMERS PUMPKINS and eaten the seeds (I am so a chef), gained a few new levels of measurement (read: "I am ____ lattes tall, whereas Joey is ____ americanos tall.") and gained new neighors. Yes, Boo Radley moved out the DAY Joey flew in, so she missed him by a few hours. Poor Boo. I miss him. He moved to Florida, which is where America goes to die but I'm sure he'll be fine.
Here, have a cool new song, featuring MATT SKIBA. It's from Say Anything's new album In Defense of the Genre which is two discs of happiness. Download the happiness here. Mmmm.
We are soon off to my damn poetry class. *sigh* On that note, have a wonderful poem by Russian Man of Awesome Joseph Brodsky:
A Polar Explorer
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space
left in the diary, And the beads of quick
words scatter over his spouse's sepia-shaded face
adding the date in question like a mole to her lovely cheek.
Next, the snapshot of his sister. He doesn't spare his kin:
what's been reached is the highest possible latitude!
And, like the silk stocking of a burlesque half-nude
queen, it climbs up his thigh: gangrene.